February 2015
Often when I first wake up my mind announces: “Vaughn is gone.” My heart almost laughs at this impossibility. “Oh yes,” my mind insists, “it’s true, Vaughn died.” Again my heart rejects this crazy idea.
What is acceptance? Acceptance, they say, is freedom. My mind seems to understand that you are gone, Vaughn. But I don’t know if my heart will ever believe that. Perhaps it’s because my heart knows a different truth–that you will live, indestructible, in my heart for as long as I live and breathe.
Vaughn's Mom 